Name: Matthew Blue
Contact E-mail: matt@matthewblue.com
I guess I’m going to be like this for a long time, suspended in that half-life between wanting/having and touching/knowing your ghosts. There is not another Greg. Never will be. There is only me. There the obligatory obscure and suffering intro paragraph is done. Production artist, painter, and husband 2x over. Most say I'm a real made up man, and I would have to agree. There's got to be love, and then there's got to be something else--at least from me. I move freely between dog-walking and garden planting love, to deeper and darker avenues; much like the thrill the work of Greasetank gives some. Too bad Ron's not on the net anymore. Goto http://www.queer-arts.org/greasetank/index.html to catch some of his work. I like giant chewy sweet-tarts but am diabetic. Published some poetry, plays, and short stories. Mostly I do things that are bad for me.
Website: http://www.matthewblue.com
Stories
Below are all stories by Matthew Blue published on gaydemon.
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Played
Published: 06 Apr 2007
I am flesh being pumped by flesh, I am metal and skin being pulled to bring that tightness up from my balls into a sting, a reminder that he is in control..
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Pain Control - California
Published: 03 Apr 2007
Usually we would hit the bed like two people fighting or boxing, tumbling and wrestling, amazing rough and sweet, but even though I'm beyond all reason right now, and wouldn't care if you hit my broke leg with a hammer as long as we can keep doing what we're doing..
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Burnt Up in Ice
Published: 02 Apr 2007
It was freezing outside, my precum pooled there thick on the inside edges of my foreskin a conduit to the cold and it was the sharpest, most precise needle that pushed in from the frozen outside into the inside of me.
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Bones Broken - Pain Control
Published: 01 Apr 2007
It's no wonder that none of the windows have any eyelids / curtains in Greg's parent's house. I say this because I'm sitting here naked, sitting in a large padded chair in our bedroom, facing the bathroom, watching Greg take a shower in the non-shower door gray-blue stone wall enclosure, and the dark trees and darker sky outside is sketching us.
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Haltlos 1
Published: 01 Apr 2007
There's preparation, a ritual involved before we ever go into the room. For Greg's polishing his Docs, and shaving his head again. It doesn't matter if he just did it an hour ago; he does it again. Me? I just make sure my body is ready.
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